Another fucking weekend story...
I didn't cause any property damage this weekend. I just wanted to get that said off the bat.
Friday I finally got to meet Holliday who, for the record, is even more beautiful in person than in pictures. I proceeded to get drunk with her and her giant flaming gay black friend Jasper the friendly Spook. As the night progressed, it became obvious that they used to be in the same profession, and what that profession is...
...sign language interpretation. That's right, the more drunk they got, the more they'd sign language-speak while actually talking. It was less alienating that you'd think, and FAR more amusing. I had a great time.
Saturday I was going to stay in, but my friend Bobby Head's band Hymen Holocaust was playing a show at The Pyramid in the basement. It was a metal show, which proved to be more fun than I expected... Until the headlining act. The act is called "50 Ways to kill me". For those of you who, like myself at that point, do not know what this is, I shall explain. It's a single person. Male. Possibly in his 20's. Who sings death metal to a soundtrack. BUCK ASS NAKED... My sanity couldn't handle this, so me and my friends ditched the place and drank heavily until Manitoba's closed. It's not even a homophobia thing, I just think there should have been some sort of warning besides "he does his act with the lights on"...
Sunday saw me at a GREAT show that hardly anyone showed up to:
The Wretched Ones
Rat City Riot
Urban Riot
Murderer's Row
Sons of Liberty
The Lovely Lads
and some other band that I missed.
Being there was awesome, but it also depressed me that kids will go see some shitty band like The Casualties or The Unseen, but pass up good bands like this because the show is on a Sunday. It makes me want to kill people...
I didn't cause any property damage this weekend. I just wanted to get that said off the bat.
Friday I finally got to meet Holliday who, for the record, is even more beautiful in person than in pictures. I proceeded to get drunk with her and her giant flaming gay black friend Jasper the friendly Spook. As the night progressed, it became obvious that they used to be in the same profession, and what that profession is...
...sign language interpretation. That's right, the more drunk they got, the more they'd sign language-speak while actually talking. It was less alienating that you'd think, and FAR more amusing. I had a great time.
Saturday I was going to stay in, but my friend Bobby Head's band Hymen Holocaust was playing a show at The Pyramid in the basement. It was a metal show, which proved to be more fun than I expected... Until the headlining act. The act is called "50 Ways to kill me". For those of you who, like myself at that point, do not know what this is, I shall explain. It's a single person. Male. Possibly in his 20's. Who sings death metal to a soundtrack. BUCK ASS NAKED... My sanity couldn't handle this, so me and my friends ditched the place and drank heavily until Manitoba's closed. It's not even a homophobia thing, I just think there should have been some sort of warning besides "he does his act with the lights on"...
Sunday saw me at a GREAT show that hardly anyone showed up to:
The Wretched Ones
Rat City Riot
Urban Riot
Murderer's Row
Sons of Liberty
The Lovely Lads
and some other band that I missed.
Being there was awesome, but it also depressed me that kids will go see some shitty band like The Casualties or The Unseen, but pass up good bands like this because the show is on a Sunday. It makes me want to kill people...